[ (i startled them when they were whittling on wednesday, it was my fault. he doesn't regret that, small lie that it is. nobody needs to know.) but he shakes his head so much like don't tease him you are sentenced to death. when he stops, however, his mouth tips forward from pressed in a thin line into a sad sort of smile. ]
Which means I can't afford to be awful at writing letters... I'll send you as many as I can. But write me back... please.
[ the other hand slips through the bars now, holds itself out, palm up and open for a hand, asking one more time. please. ]
I'll tell you everything - don't doubt they will too. You'll be half sick with all the iterations of this story.
[ kate will be thorough and exacting, maya will highlight every important detail, dante is a wildcard, he might just set his on fire, and rin... it'll be a toss up after tonight, once everything begins to fade and notions of a "car wash" fade while the reality settles in. he'll be there to catch him. ]
I'll make sure you're right there with us. Every step, even when you aren't. No point in calling ourselves the Starfarers if one of our stars has gone dark. We'll keep you alive.
I'll try. I've.. never really been good about the technology of things but. I'll try.
[ So he doesn't have to ask them to. Because if not to be able to hear some words from the people they care about, it's connections they so desperately crave. Before their absence of their friends, family, back home eats them up entirely. Ever so clingy.
Their gaze flickers to that hand that comes through, their gloved hand raising and gently settling it onto that palm. ]
Don't think I could ever get sick of it. A story put together by the team is sure to be a good one.
[ One without pain, suffering, just time spent together and memories, views they see. Will they be able to see for themselves? Probably not. Their experience on the other side was short-lived before. ..Funny how different it is this time around. ]
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[ (i startled them when they were whittling on wednesday, it was my fault. he doesn't regret that, small lie that it is. nobody needs to know.) but he shakes his head so much like don't tease him you are sentenced to death. when he stops, however, his mouth tips forward from pressed in a thin line into a sad sort of smile. ]
Which means I can't afford to be awful at writing letters... I'll send you as many as I can. But write me back... please.
[ the other hand slips through the bars now, holds itself out, palm up and open for a hand, asking one more time. please. ]
I'll tell you everything - don't doubt they will too. You'll be half sick with all the iterations of this story.
[ kate will be thorough and exacting, maya will highlight every important detail, dante is a wildcard, he might just set his on fire, and rin... it'll be a toss up after tonight, once everything begins to fade and notions of a "car wash" fade while the reality settles in. he'll be there to catch him. ]
I'll make sure you're right there with us. Every step, even when you aren't. No point in calling ourselves the Starfarers if one of our stars has gone dark. We'll keep you alive.
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[ So he doesn't have to ask them to. Because if not to be able to hear some words from the people they care about, it's connections they so desperately crave. Before their absence of their friends, family, back home eats them up entirely. Ever so clingy.
Their gaze flickers to that hand that comes through, their gloved hand raising and gently settling it onto that palm. ]
Don't think I could ever get sick of it. A story put together by the team is sure to be a good one.
[ One without pain, suffering, just time spent together and memories, views they see. Will they be able to see for themselves? Probably not. Their experience on the other side was short-lived before. ..Funny how different it is this time around. ]
..Thanks, Artemy. That's.. that's all I need.